My Dream Job by Marcella Swann

Callie
He sees right through me. I like it. No, I crave it. His attention is like an opiate. It isn’t about the money. It isn’t about the power.Then what? Even ask myself, I already know the answer.He’s the summit of the mountain I can’t scale, no matter which tools I use. I would give him my body, but he tosses women away without a glance. I could offer my mind, but he’d play me like a well-fingered instrument. He’s mastered life and everything in it.He holds the secrets. He is everything I want and cannot get for myself. I’ll find his weakness and when I do …

Alec
I’ve grown bored with success. The extraordinary has become my routine. Then she walked into my seminar and I felt the flame of challenge. I wanted her mind, her innocence, her body.It wasn’t her youth, not even her siren’s body. It was the untilled soil of her potential that drew me toward her.She was the only thing I could not buy, could not create and could not command. She was the supreme protégé; the urn to receive my carefully cultivated, highly sensitive awareness.She sat there before me, willing and adoring.Could I resist my urge to make her what I wanted her to be? Could I leave her richer for having been with me? Could I leave her … ever?